"I'm not your savior, i'm not your son, a forgotten boy, abandoned creation with these final words i pull the switch we turn to dust, dust to dust, my name's like a kiss of death when we embrace, we turn to dust"
Where do i begin...
My uncle's sheltering wing has turned to a smothering armpit.
Americans don't like to drink, which is kinda cool cos i need to supplant my fondness of the bitches brew with this here coffee shop culture, if i'm to really launch a career based on my 3d skillz..... and so i'm assuming the mantle of a straight edge.
Jaded it seems is leaving. This makes me blue.... not the good kind of blue like boobs n stuff. The sad blue.... she's the physical embodiment of the words etched on her skin, i'm just gutted i didn't get to know her better. Jeesus this reads like an epitaph...
My little sister is going back into hospital for christmas, and i'm sad for myself, feeling isolated and all bloody foreign. Don't get me wrong i feel terrible for her, i wish i had the hereditary disease, if i could donate my colon i would. What a fucked up world.
On the lighter side I can't wait to get back to my car and mobile.
Freedom!
Where do i begin...
My uncle's sheltering wing has turned to a smothering armpit.
Americans don't like to drink, which is kinda cool cos i need to supplant my fondness of the bitches brew with this here coffee shop culture, if i'm to really launch a career based on my 3d skillz..... and so i'm assuming the mantle of a straight edge.
Jaded it seems is leaving. This makes me blue.... not the good kind of blue like boobs n stuff. The sad blue.... she's the physical embodiment of the words etched on her skin, i'm just gutted i didn't get to know her better. Jeesus this reads like an epitaph...
My little sister is going back into hospital for christmas, and i'm sad for myself, feeling isolated and all bloody foreign. Don't get me wrong i feel terrible for her, i wish i had the hereditary disease, if i could donate my colon i would. What a fucked up world.
On the lighter side I can't wait to get back to my car and mobile.
Freedom!
Life, eh?